So the other day I was in K-Mart. Barely cleared the end of an aisle when a huge pile of 24"-30" bouncy balls tumbled off the very tippy-top of the shelf - barely missed me. (The employee apologized, it was truly an accident.)
Today I'm in Wal-Mart (yes, I know it seems like I'm always in a store, but really, I'm not a recreational shopper) and I'm walking along and barely get missed by one of those tall stands that hold signage - the lady working on the display knocked it over.
So, my question is: is there some unspoken message from the universe in these near-misses?
Went for breakfast today with a friend. Had to take a picture of my straw (working on de-bore-ifying my blog by adding more pictures). In all my years of straw-sipping I can honestly say I don't ever remember coming across one like this.
If you look closely, you'll see the end is crimped.
Combine the un-sippable straw and the two near misses and I seriously am beginning to wonder.
And to think I've always loved Thursdays.....
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